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This was me all weekend, though I did finish a chapter on Friday so at least I got that to brag about
how did everyone else do?
Don’t lie, we all have one of these
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I made a meme
Just made myself a author twitter if anyone is interested in following
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How dare you suggest that I do something I actually should be doing?
you don’t see me
you don’t know me
you just dream about me
- mayapoetbe
the world keeps on spinning
as if we’re not in it
keeps on turning
as if it does not care
and we’re just not learning
to stay at a point
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
Does writing in a cafe make you an official writer? Asking for a friend.
NEW BOOK OUT NOW!
To Death, justice and revenge look the same.
For centuries the Kingdom of Rosa has prided itself as a place where nature and the arts are nurtured and celebrated. The people who live there are known to be talented and ambitious and Iseul Hann is no exception. Despite her young age, her immense musical talent had granted her a position in the royal orchestra, and being promised to the love of her life has left her with nothing else to wish for.
That is until one night everything is taken away from her. Alone and defeated she ends up in a different Kingdom living a life she doesn’t want. With nothing left to lose, when her path crosses with a man that Kings and Queens tremble before, Iseul asks for the only thing he can give her. Closure.
NEW CHAPTER EVERY SATURDAY AND WEDNESDAY
When I was little I was taught to not start multiple projects at once because I’d get confused or mess them up or end up half-assing them.
I was taught when I start doing something, to finish it and then start up with something new.
It took me years to realize that while this is a good way to do things, it doesn’t work with creativity. There are so many stories that I never even thought to write down because I was scared that if I wrote two things at once I wouldn’t do a good job. I was terrified of writing more thing than one, despite having the inspiration and want to do it.
At the start of this year, I decided to take a break. Having written two stories in the last I just needed a break. And then I got inspired. I wrote 60k words and then I got inspired again but for a different story. I was still scared, but I realized something… I didn’t want to lose either of these stories.
So now, I’ve written 80k words on the first one and 20k words on the other. And both of them are so fuckinggood.
Wash Day
Steve Roger’s x Poc reader
You screamed in frustration, struggling to pull your wet brush through the curls at the crown of your head. The water from the shower head rushed over your shoulders almost in consolation. You thought your hair could wait a few extra days - the past week at work was hellish, leaving no time for a good hair wash.
Apparently you thought wrong as you approached two hours of detangling in the shower. You wanted to cry and thoughts of shaving your head entered your mind when you heard a knock at the door.
“You alright baby? I heard you scream.” Steve’s voice reached your ears. You sighed, “I’m alright. Just frustrated.” A silence fell.
“Mind if I come in?”
Steve was the sweetest and he’d do anything for you, you knew this. But was he prepared for the mess that was your hair? You tried once more to get the detangler through your roots. The brush was stuck. Your answer was clear.
“Please come help me,” your words of defeat welcomed Steve into your tiny bathroom. He tentatively opened the door, peeking at you from behind it before fully emerging. He blinked at you in confusion.
“What’s the matter honey?” His voice was soft. You simply pointed at the brush stuck in your hair, dropping your chin so he could fully see the tangles. “I can’t do it anymore. My arms are tired.”
He chuckled. “May I?” You only nodded. He gently freed the brush and ever-so carefully began to detangle your matted ends, running his fingers through and following with the brush.
It wasn’t Steve’s first rodeo. He’d helped you on many of your wash days when the hair gods simply would not shine light upon you. He hummed, happily helping you detangle and define.
You spent the rest of your day in the bathroom, handing Steve conditioners and combs and feeling his delicate hands in your curls.
“All done?” He asked after the last leave-in was used and the last section was combed through. “Mhm all done.” You stood, stepping out of the tub to look in the mirror. Your hair was bouncy, soft, and beautiful thanks to your sweet boyfriend. You felt a weight leave your shoulders and you turned, draping your arms around Steve so you could kiss him. He laughed, squeezing your body close.
Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.
Honestly, I still love reading my current WIP.
Ah, yeah.
Um, excuse me, it’s all about building character (pun intended, but seriously.)